RHYDAR
I really, really don't like that look on her face. Ever since this morning when we had breakfast together, she's been sneaking glances at me, thinking I wouldn't notice. She forgets that I notice everything. I'm obsessed enough to count every single breath she takes.
And I hate that I can't tell what she's thinking. She seemed to have cracked the code overnight. Every time I get close to hearing her thoughts, she suddenly thinks about the most disgusting things or imagines static noise.
And due to this new strategy of hers, I have a massive headache right now.
"Kane, eyes on the board," the instructor, an old man, grits out, his eyes flashing silver. I barely pay any attention to him, my gaze is fixed on Nova. I don't want to ever get used to not being able to read her f*****g m
